I've had many jobs in my life. Despite wearing these various "hats", I don't think I can hack it at the LCBO!

Sunday morning, I began my feverish search of a bottle of Cotnari's Feteasca Alba. (I couldn't find it by the end of retail Saturday.) According to their website, another location had it, so I just called ahead to make sure that they had it on-hand.

(I felt weird calling shortly after they opened at 11am on a Sunday. However, I reminded myself that real Winos don't binge on stuff like Romanian white wine, so that made me feel better.)

Upon my arrival, shortly after noon, I guess no one felt the same shame; the store looked as though people were preparing for the apocalypse! I couldn't believe that I was standing in an actual QUEUE.

I knew what I was doing there: Purchasing a wine that I enjoyed, wanted to share with friends...later on that day, and while I was at it, I was also gonna spare some of it to cook with! But what were these drunkies doing with their 6-packs, looking all anxious like??

It really freaked me out to be there. I could only imagine that the LCBO employees, despite their decent pay and benefits - so I've heard - see the same people, day in and day out. And no doubt that these "regulars" are alkies. How depressing.

I see "regulars" too, but they're just crazies. It doesn't make me depressed, but rather it makes me feel better about my life 'cause I'm not that bad in comparison.